Got myself over to Linoge’s barricade at Walls of the City and saw a meme floating around on the pool of words filling his moat, and decided to give it a go…when I notice I had been tagged! Zounds!
I should have noticed that by the reflection in the water, or like Gideon at the stream paid attention while drinking it from my hands.
1. Pick up the nearest book of 123 pages or more. No cheating!
Yeh, right…but ok.
I looked up and pulled out the nearest 123-pager in the case above the ‘puter…
2. Find page 123.
Hmm…here we are.
3. Find the first five sentences.
Da duh, da dum, herr-um, ta duh, mpfh. Here.
4. Post the next three sentences.
…He just asked me whether I was happy. When I told him, he said I had to go away for a time, at once, otherwise he wouldn’t be responsible for my life.’
A memory crossed my mind.
WTF?? It’s from John Masters‘, The Road Past Mandalay, a book about his service with the Chindits in the China-Burma-India theater, under their creator the eccentric genius-sonuvabitch-bastard General Orde Wingate — also known for creating another guerrilla force called the The Gideon Force… Hmm…coincidence, but Gideon again…?
The CBI is probably best known to Americans as the fighting-venue of General “Vinegar Joe” Stilwell, Merrill’s Marauders, and the Curtiss P-40 Warhawks of another group of semi-guerrilla fighter/independent contractors, Chennault’s famous Flying Tigers…
Master’s had a lover, a lady who’s marriage to another soldier was falling apart like his own marriage, and she was pregnant – and this was part of their conversation while away from it all, camping up in the foothills of Nepal…
5. Tag five people.
Awww…let me think about that.